FIC: Three Questions (holiday micro-fic)
Title: Three Questions
Author: reversatility
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Disclaimer: Jane and Maura belong to Tess Gerritsen and the producers of Rizzoli & Isles.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG13
Words: 153
Author’s notes: I haven’t forgotten that I owe you Chapter 4 of The Things We Don’t Give Up, it’s just not quite ready yet, sorry. I hope this little holiday drabble will help tide you over. I originally wanted to see if I could write it in 100 words (in the style of redwingx’s outstanding works), but I ended up going with my favorite number instead: 153. To channel Maura Isles for a second, it has many interesting properties, not the least of which is (1 cubed)+(5 cubed)+(3 cubed) = 153 (and who knew numbers had their own Wikipedia entries?).
Also, a priest is mentioned, but I haven’t read the Gerritsen books, so this piece no doubt fails to follow the book canon!
Geez, the notes are going to be longer than the story. Stopping now except to make ...
Dedications: To sunsetwriter, author of many excellent Alex/Olivia (Law and Order: SVU) holiday pieces, and fewthistle, author of (among other things) an amazing Helena/Myka (Warehouse 13) series, and who just wrote me a lovely Helena/Myka ficlet.
“Best Christmas memory as a kid?”
It took Maura a little while to respond.
“When I was six. Accidentally spying my father wrapping my presents on Christmas Eve.”
“Didn’t that spoil Santa for you?”
“I never really believed anyway, and it was better seeing my father involved in my life, for once.”
They were quiet for a moment after that, and then Jane asked,
“Worst Christmas present ever?”
Maura didn't need quite as long to answer that one.
“I had a thing for a priest once.”
“Maura! You- you vixen.”
“I went to Midnight Mass, hoping for .. revelation. Instead I got-”
“The holy kiss-off?”
Maura laughed.
“Something like that.”
“Favorite Christmas?”
It was the easiest question of all.
“This one,” Maura said huskily as she pressed her lips to Jane’s and pushed her down. Above them, the star atop the decked fir glistened, and the tree lights shone golden on their skin.
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* * * * * * * * * * * Thanks for reading (and commenting, if you do :-) ). Happy holidays! * * * * * * * * * * *
Author: reversatility
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles
Pairing: Jane/Maura
Disclaimer: Jane and Maura belong to Tess Gerritsen and the producers of Rizzoli & Isles.
Spoilers: None
Rating: PG13
Words: 153
Author’s notes: I haven’t forgotten that I owe you Chapter 4 of The Things We Don’t Give Up, it’s just not quite ready yet, sorry. I hope this little holiday drabble will help tide you over. I originally wanted to see if I could write it in 100 words (in the style of redwingx’s outstanding works), but I ended up going with my favorite number instead: 153. To channel Maura Isles for a second, it has many interesting properties, not the least of which is (1 cubed)+(5 cubed)+(3 cubed) = 153 (and who knew numbers had their own Wikipedia entries?).
Also, a priest is mentioned, but I haven’t read the Gerritsen books, so this piece no doubt fails to follow the book canon!
Geez, the notes are going to be longer than the story. Stopping now except to make ...
Dedications: To sunsetwriter, author of many excellent Alex/Olivia (Law and Order: SVU) holiday pieces, and fewthistle, author of (among other things) an amazing Helena/Myka (Warehouse 13) series, and who just wrote me a lovely Helena/Myka ficlet.
“Best Christmas memory as a kid?”
It took Maura a little while to respond.
“When I was six. Accidentally spying my father wrapping my presents on Christmas Eve.”
“Didn’t that spoil Santa for you?”
“I never really believed anyway, and it was better seeing my father involved in my life, for once.”
They were quiet for a moment after that, and then Jane asked,
“Worst Christmas present ever?”
Maura didn't need quite as long to answer that one.
“I had a thing for a priest once.”
“Maura! You- you vixen.”
“I went to Midnight Mass, hoping for .. revelation. Instead I got-”
“The holy kiss-off?”
Maura laughed.
“Something like that.”
“Favorite Christmas?”
It was the easiest question of all.
“This one,” Maura said huskily as she pressed her lips to Jane’s and pushed her down. Above them, the star atop the decked fir glistened, and the tree lights shone golden on their skin.
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* * * * * * * * * * * Thanks for reading (and commenting, if you do :-) ). Happy holidays! * * * * * * * * * * *